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Wh0 am I?

The mind turns over and over,

Days go by and by without a sign,

I ponder, question, think about my life,

What am I doing? What is the point of going on?

 

Then I think, pause, think again,

I am a person not an object.

The sun goes up, the sun goes down

But everyday is a new day- wait is that a cliche?

 

I love my family, I love my friends, I love all the people in my life,

Love- such strong word, but such a right one too;

 

[To be continued…]

By: Ashane De Silva 11J

 

 

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Lava of the Imagination- Ashane

This is a poem I wrote a while back. Any thoughts on what I am talking about?

Cogs and gears in the mind, block and halt, Pens hover over paper, urging;

Futile seconds, minutes, spent diverging,
How rules are to be followed without fault; The lines, the rhymes, the structure by default, Raids and ravages first thoughts emerging; However, as said, forced to come surging,
Is original, for words to exalt.
Extra time allowed for right thoughts to come, For rules to be kept and followed by one; Imagination grows, expands, evolves, Individuality brought out from glum,
And when the piece is completed and done,
A righteous masterpiece at whole, resolves.

Tsunami Anxiety – Ashane De Silva 10K

Silent. The waters on which you float,
So still, so serene, so soothing and remote;
Mind drifts away, in sweet complacency,
Self indulges, seeks permanent vacancy.

Shift. A sudden shift, not too severe-
Yet enough clout of a jolt of fear,
Tingles in the toes, shivers down the spine-
A draw back in attention, is this a sign?

Slash! A crashing wave of residing thoughts
encumbers the mind, entwines self knots,
Heart skips a beat- chest thumps louder,
Shorten does breath- paralysis grows prouder…
Blast- do the questions ever deceiving
Bludgeon- do the worries never leaving
Beat- do the doubts circling round and round
Bash- do the uncertainties running self to ground…
Drowning is the mind- deeper and deeper,
Soul going nowhere, trapped like a prisoner
Thoughts are mosquitos sucking life out of self,
Hope sinks further- into waters set like shelf…

Splash! Head egresses, charged with aggression,
Endless efforts, now a salvaged solution,
Hustling, bustling- storming for normality,
Urging is self, fighting for finality…

Slump. Self invulnerable at last- whipped and wet,
Away from the worries, the doubts, the pain,
For now. As the cataclysm may come again-
but when? Whenever- but the fightback is set.

ASHANE DE SILVA 10K- Sonnet

Inner Over Outer Does Always Arise

Sleeves on blue shirts grow higher and higher,
Hair leaps a mound as it reaches the ground
Letters and symbols known to all are crowned,
Knives and scalpels make half the attire;
Powders, creams and liquids all for the buyer,
Exposure of assets, considered profound
A facade created to be renowned;
Success to the eye is what all desire.
Forgotten, yet, is most important of all,
What all can seek and all can possess,
Captivates hearts, it does, not attract eyes-
Laying within, it’s what urges to squall;
Smiles to the mind, to the soul it does express,
Inner over outer does always arise.

ASHANE DE SILVA- 10K Petrarchan Sonnet

Lava of the Imagination

Cogs and gears in the mind, block and halt,
Pens hover over paper, urging;
Futile seconds, minutes, spent diverging,
How rules are to be followed without fault;
The lines, the rhymes, the structure by default,
Raids and ravages first thoughts emerging;
However, as said, forced to come surging,
Is original, for words to exalt.
Extra time allowed for right thoughts to come,
For rules to be kept and followed by one;
Imagination grows, expands, evolves,
Individuality brought out from glum,
And when the piece is completed and done,
A righteous masterpiece at whole, resolves.

ASHANE DE SILVA 10K- Free Verse Poetry

The Crashing Waves of Residing Thoughts

The crashing waves of residing thoughts,
Flows through the mind, over and over;
Pounding of the heart never seems to stop,
Nor does the roller coaster of emotions.
Mind is drawn back- again and again;
Just as it starts to drift away;
Answers sink deeper and deeper to ground,
Drowning the soul, further and further, into questions and doubts.
Should’a! Could’a! Would’a!
The wave of guilt surpasses the soul,
Shivers of guilt, of fear, rush through the bones,
The mind is flushed and clogged with quicksand,
The whirling and swirling never seems to end.
Crash! Whoosh! Slam!
Suddenly, the questions, the doubts rip away,
Head pops above, clear and free,
Tic, tok…….. realisation strikes,
Whilst drowned, items floating above were missed,
More questions, more doubts, loom about,
The worth of thinking, pondering, put into question,
What was done was signed, sealed and sent,
Nothing could change, alter, be brought back to life,
Slip! Slop! Slap!
New things, new adventures, the future comes to heart-
Realisation strikes terms with the mind;
Choices made, right or wrong,
Are not seen alongside shore,
Forgetting and floating, starts proceeding;
Not questioning or doubting, the past or present,
Rather swimming forward,
To what lays,
Ahead.